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LE FEMME
Melissa.
15.
I spend way too much time writing, and i remember almost everything except quadratic formulas.

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♥ Wednesday, April 25, 2007 3:21 AM

You were so perfect in her eyes, nothing could ever make her hate you.

Today wasn't good, wasn't bad either.
Okay, some parts were good some parts were bad.
But let's omit the bad stuff and talk about the good cos no one likes reading about emo/depressing/sad/negative things. Even if i write about those stuff, like no one's going to believe that's how i really feel. Oh wells.

Amath today was surprising okay. Damn, you should have seen the amount of food brought into class. I brought my Honey Red bubble tea and a packet of Snyder's honey mustard and onion. Ohmigosh, it's Honey Day! Okay, stop melissa. Yes, back to amath. The 2 hours seemed to pass by quite fast, amazing. The rest of the school periods was pretty mundane, but that's school isn't it. Oh, i told Ms. Kang when she asked me why i come to school that i was forced to. And throughtout the whole lit period, she kept calling me Melissa, the one who's forced to come to school. Haaahh. Hey, i used to like school okay? Back in lower sec. Now that it's upper sec it's all o levels, o levels, o levels. Geeeez, it's like we're taking o levels tomorrow or something.

Mid years are like, next monday and there's so many things i have to do before that. Like study, (DDUUUHHHH!) the only topic i've studied is Chapter 1 for chemistry and as samantha said, that chapter's like not very important. Ahhh weeell, at least now i know the difference between the burette and pipette. I need to go shopping for pens since the one i bought ran out of ink as soon as i completed one literature essay. -_-. It was 2.20! And it ran out in one use. Grrr. I have seriously no hopes that i'd get top five in class this time. I got 4th last year, now i think i'll get 4 plus 20? AHHHH! It's hard being in a class with all the smarty pants. Top humanities class, grrr! I wish i was in 2/7 still, top performing arts. Now isn't that so much better?

Did i mention my birthday's ruined?
Cos we have AMATH, yeess, AMATH test on that day. Oh my 'favourite'. And it's not only amath, it's history too. It's gona be a baaad birthday.

You know what i need now?
DANCE.
My wednesdays and fridays are soo empty without cca.

Oh, and i need to graduate from secondary school asap. I'll just have to get through the rest of this year, and the next. And then i'm done.

June, june hurry hurry cooome! (I NEED MY HOLIDAYS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.)